Yeah Yeah U Know It Songtext
von Keith Murray feat. Def Squad

Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun
Aha-aha! Aha-aha!
Aha-aha! Aha-aha!
Yeah yeah you know it, ain′t scared to show it

We do dis' like we want to and don′t give fuck
Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it

It goes lights, camera, action you're on
"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on"
I spit the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond
′Cuz cats out here don′t be sayin' Jack Bone

I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic
Old folks say, "That boy need the Lord in his life"
Nigga, think you can phase me
But nigga, you must be crazy

It go, "Esta loco dame un beso"
Dominican girls, them call us negro
I keep a short pony, short camel toe
The reason why man, I don′t know


No matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa
And keep shit poppin′ like Orville Redenbacher
More freaky-deaky wit' the speachy
I stay off the meat rag boy, exactly

We do dis′ like we want to and don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
We do dis′ like we want to and don′t give fuck
Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it

Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me
Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley
I′m dope, oh yeah you know it
Got a infared beam, ain't scared to show it

Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite
Check his cap and make sure his pill rite, boy
You a fake thug wit′ a deal
The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill

You cats is kittens boy drink this milk
Put down that hennessy son ya killin' me
Dub, I snatch the corn from the children
Stashed it in ya home boy′s buildin'


Stop he's killin′ him somebody call the cops
Yeah call 911 and watch no one come
That′s to show how nice I am
The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam

We do dis' like we want to and don′t give fuck
Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
We do dis′ like we want to and don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah you know it, ain′t scared to show it

In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman
Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don′t I
Yeah, yeah you know it
And when I fuck, ain′t scared to show it

And when the brick's outta control, barricade the city
There′s an outbreak in ya outta state committee
You seen it, yeah, yeah you know it
And if you got it, ain't scared to show it

You want the bad guy, here I am
I got them hoes on gilla-cam
Throwin′ the drawers in the ceilin' fan
You as small as a kilogram

I′m a airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man
I'm the boss doc-ta binaca
Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta
I whoop ass like Ike turner any day

When I stomp MC′s out I yell "Annie Mae"
Whether I′m hot or not, pigeons gon' flock
They gon′ get that wig done fa' diggin′ on doc
Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food
Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool

We do dis′ like we want to and don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
We do dis′ like we want to and don′t give fuck
Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it

We do dis′ like we want to and don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah you know it, ain′t scared to show it
We do dis' like we want to and don′t give fuck
Yeah, yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it